May 1, 2010
Always the one thrown down,
Always treated like dirt,
Always the one laughed at,
Always the one hurt,
Never saw love,
As its supposed to be,
I guess love,
Was too good for me,
And then you,
Walked into my life,
And stopped the man,
Poised with the knife,
You lifted me,
Stood me up,
Let me see,
What was love,
And now i look,
And think to myself,
Where did this guy come from,
When i most needed help.

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